Samantha Grey (
samantha_grey) wrote2012-06-17 06:28 am
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IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide
An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.
OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.
OOC: Feel free to comment here if your character wishes to get in touch with Samantha Grey directly. Let us keep any such material to PG-13 or less. If you're interested in something that should be matured tagged, contact me via PM and we can discuss it.
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[How funny that they know some of the same people!]
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They're a little alike sometimes, if that makes sense. They both have trouble getting close.
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Trouble getting close? Really? Hm...I never really got that kind of impression.
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[There's a sudden flush.] He's never - not to me! He just asks a lot of questions!!
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Just not the way a succubus might.
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[Yeah succubus is just an analogy totally, that's what Jane thinks.]
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[On the one hand, offering the promise that no, she wasn't making lewd comments on either of them, and on the other backhandedly implying that they probably applied to her, somewhere deep down...]
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[You had her scared for a second, Sam!]
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Maybe that's just how things go along for them where they're from. You never know!
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Sorry, I'm not sure I heard you right. They're not human...?
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Mmm. Well - no, I won't ask about it to either of them, if that's the case. I just wouldn't have assumed they were anything else but human. But I...I don't think it matters? Not really?
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[She glances at Sam, perhaps at those claws.] But now that you mention it...
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Why yes, Jane's certainly turned a lovely shade of red.]
S-Sex demons...what? Wh - not a thing!!
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I'll go a little slower if you'd rather. Why don't you ask questions you are sure you want answers to?
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I - I mean, well, I know how babies happen, but what I mean is, er, how is that possible??
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But it isn't that different from you. My father was just one of them, and my mom raised me in secret when she escaped.
Is that what you were asking.
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[It's a blanket statement. Jane's not sure what to think - nothing bad of Sam of course, but all this weirdness...]
Maybe it's more...how did all that come to be in the first place? The demons and all that. We have - stories, but they're not real.
And you swear you're not pulling my leg?
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